Hello. Due to boredom from Covid lockdown, as well as my continually growing interest in the Loud House Fandom, I've decided to write a fanfic around one of my OC's that I thought up. Since this is my first attempt into the world of writing, please don't expect anything spectacular. Like most Fanfic writers of any fandom, I am simply writing down ideas that come to my head that will, most likely, never actually happen. Thank you, hope you enjoy it.
For most people, moving schools can be a tough experience. The change of location, people, and sometimes, tradition, can often leave students baffled, disorganized, and intimidated. You would think these feelings would be accentuated in a high school student.
This is not the case for sixteen year old Riff Tomas. Not that the five foot nine teen was particularly valiant, he has fears about school like anyone else, but after you've gone through this process countless times in different grade levels, you'd be prone to being just the least bit apathetic about this process as well.
As the black haired boy walked through the hallway of Royal Woods high school, he noticed people shooting him strange looks, a sight he was quite accustomed to, knowing exactly what that reason is, his strange walk. Well, "walk" isn't exactly the right term, it's more like a limp then anything else, practically dragging his leg like it had on the world's heaviest ankle weight. Yet in spite of this, he keeps up perfectly fine with those whose legs work perfectly fine, the extra movement needed to move his leg notwithstanding. It was either that or his dress sense, a common reason for ragging in the school environment, his getup of a baggy blue sweatshirt and red pants did little to save him from judgement in this department.
None of this had seemed to have any visible effect on Riff however, wearing a neutral expression and walking through the halls, only giving his oglers a brief stare before continuing on his way to his first class of the day, History.
As Riff finally got to his classroom, the staring from others had only continued, only here it's more in the sense of having an unfamiliar face within the room at that hour, rather than his sense of style. Undeterred, he continues to the teachers desk.
"Ah, you've arrived just in time" said the teacher in an eccentric like tone.
"Everyone, we have a new student joining us today, a new passenger on our ferry through time," Riff had to give it to him, at least he seemed enthused about his current profession, at least in contrast to the mostly bored looking students who were rolling their eyes over their "Captain". "I am known as Mark Hanners, but due to school code please call me Mr Hanners." His voice seemed to fall when bringing up school code. 'Must be a strict morality code' Riff thought.
"Now young man," said Mr Hanners, "as a new passenger on our fantastic voyage, please give us your name, and where you came from." Having a familiarity with forced icebreakers, Riff walked in front of the still bored looking class, clearing his throat before finally picking at said theoretical ice.
"Hey there," Riff spoke in a chill kind of voice, "the name's Alex Tomas, but please refer to me as Riff. My dad's a detective in the police force and recently had him transfer over to this area from Buckborn county down south."
He ended with a couple dirty looks from the students from mentioning Buckborn, 'Most likely sports fans' he thought.
"Ah yes, Buckhorn," said Mr Hanners in an analytical tone, "one half of the county formerly known as Deerborn before the… divorce settlement along with Doeborn." …Well Riff can't say he isn't learning anything in this class.
"Now young passenger, what do you believe history will remember you for?" Asked Mr Hanners in his usual outlandish tone.
"What?" Riff said, baffled.
"That's his way of asking for a fun fact." One of the students shouts, clearly having gone through this song and dance a number of times.
"Well…" Riff said, trailing off as he said it, "I've often been told that I'm a musical prodigy"
"Ah, Music!" Mr Hanners' voice perked up, "The gateway to the soul, the voice of history, let us hope your music will be researched by historians of the future." Clearly, this man was passionate about what he does for a living. While Riff was taken aback by this behavior at first, he's at least glad that the old man seemed interested in bringing energy to what is normally a sloggy and dreary role, unlike most high school teachers.
"Now, let us finally begin class shall we? Please take a seat next to Luna over there", Mr Hanners said as he pointed to the desk next to a purple brunette eyeing Riff like she won the lottery.
Riff complied, not wanting to stay up in front any longer, and quickly limped on over to his assigned desk, the students finally putting their attention off him and in front of the class.
Unfortunately, despite Mr Hanners' attempt at making history exciting, it did little to diminish the boredom of the lessons themselves. However, Riff just decided to blame the curriculum and not the person, and try to make the most of it.
"Yo," said the brunette next Riff among the trombone sounds of Mr Hanners, "can I bum off a pencil for this class".
"Oh, sure thing" Riff said as he searched his bag real fast for a spare and handed it over to the girl in purple in question.
The rest of class went by without issue. As Riff started packing his stuff to head off to his next class, he noticed a piece of paper that wasn't on his desk. Upon further inspection, it was a note: "Meet me in the music room after school. -Luna".
An odd way of asking for a hangout, but Riff figured he might as well Van Halen, and Jump. He figures that since he's stuck here for who knows how long, he may as well try to familiarize himself with the public, regardless of the sketchiness of the situation. It's not like he's a stranger to advances anyhow.
"At worst, I'll just be stepping on another girl's hopes." Riff murmurs as he leaves the room.
That is it for now, R&R.
I own no characters shown in this fic except for Riff and Mr Hanners. Thank Mr Chris Savino for that.
Thank you, have a good one.